The figure went on, nor ever turned its head, up the stair to the room over that they had left--the best bedroom, the guest-chamber of the house--not often visited, and there it entered.

Still following, Cosmo entered also.

The figure walked across the room, as if making for the bed, but in the middle of the floor suddenly turned, and went round by the foot of the bed to the other side of it, where the curtains hid it.

Cosmo followed, but when he reached the other side, the shade was nowhere to be seen, and he woke, his heart beating terribly.
By this time Grannie was snoring in her chair, or very likely, in his desire to emerge from its atmosphere, he would have told her his dream.

For a while he lay looking at the dying fire, and the streak from the setting moon, that stole in at the window, and lay weary at the foot of the wall.